Down the road I find a gas station called the Red Rocket, and a dog there that the place must be named after. I take the little critter in since he's friendly, and punchin' a friendly animal ain't sportin'. There's some varmints that appear and I punch 'em, as I do. The dog bites 'em. It ain't punchin, but he's a dog so whatareyagonnado. Maybe I can train him to punch, who knows.
Anyways, we head on down the road, and I'm just itchin' for a real human's face to sink my fist into. Lo and behold, there's a town where some guys are shootin' at some other guys in a museum. The guys outside don't seem to notice me so I punch 'em in the back of the head. God, it feels good. There's more inside so I head in and continue releasing 200 years of pent-up punches.
There's a ragtag crew of losers at the top that think I saved their asses. Saved 'em for last, maybe. A black cowboy asks me to get some power armor, and I tell 'em all to fuck off. Every question I say go to hell, but they still ain't getting the picture. I hate their guts. I'm praying they'll take a swing at me, but no. Cowboy goes outside onto the balcony, and I follow him out there. He's taking shots at something down the road, but I don't care. I punch him and punch him until he's slumped against the bricks, but I can tell the bastard ain't dead. He must be fuckin' essential. God damn it all.
I head back inside. I tell ya, once you been robbed of a kill by the Powers That Be, the only thing on yer mind is fillin' that achin' hole in yer heart for death. This old lady starts talkin' to me about THE SIGHT like it's my destiny or some shit, and that gets my ire right up. I decide she's next. I tell her she's full of shit, and to prove it, I punch her down to the floor. I ask her if she saw that one comin'. I notice she ain't dead neither, and the guys around me are pulling their weapons. Fuck! A whole goddamn crew of essential motherfuckers.
Sometimes yer beat, and ya just gotta run. I run down the hallway, fire at my back, until I find a way up and outside. Here's that Power Armor they were going on about, but it needs a battery. Brings a tear to my eye, remembering my favorite toys as a kid, ya unwrap 'em on Christmas and they don't come with the required batteries. Fuckers.
I head back inside and they stopped shootin' at me, so that's good. I sneak on down and find a battery and bring it back up. I get into the Power Armor and pick up a minigun. Even just holdin' the damn thing feels wrong, so I drop it. It looks like the cowboy on the balcony has killed nearly everything except a big fuckin' insect with claws. He looks like a good matchup, so I jump off the roof and tell the Deathclaw it's time to dance.
The motherfucker is strong! I get in a few good blows, but I may have met my match. I'm just beginning to see my life flash before my eyes when the dog starts biting the Deathclaw. It gives me just enough time to run into a nearby building and eat the fuck outta some snack cakes. Yum. The Deathclaw stalks around outside and I realize he won't come in. Aw, yeah.
I take turns heading out of the store to get some good punches in on the Deathclaw, then return for more snack cakes. The cowboy even shoots at him with his damn pew pew toy, and I'm gettin' annoyed that he's taking all the glory out of it. Finally, with my power armor busted to hell, I come out and put the finishing punch on the bastard. I step out of the power armor and give the corpse a good couple punches for good measure. That was a close one.
The rag tag loser bunch comes in and says they're heading back to my home. Like hell they are. I rush back to Sanctuary and they come rollin' in like it's their home. The worst part is the Powers That Be protected 'em so I can't even pound 'em into the dirt. Damn it all to hell.
One of 'em mentions Diamond City. Sounds like a place full of people to punch. I tell these assholes to enjoy the one lightbulb I put up for 'em, it's the last thing I'm gonna do. And then I head out.